Тексты песен Byrds

Written by Bob Dylan Crimson flames tied through my years Rollin high and mighty trapped Countless violent flaming roads Using ideas as my map "We'll meet on edges soon" said I Proud 'neath

Hallways and staircases everyday to climb To go up to my white walled room out on the end of time Where I can be with my love for she is all that is mine And she'll always be there my love don't care